Exposed
The words you speak touch my heart
You bare your soul
I want to comfort you
Hold you
Touch you
Love you
You lay yourself naked before me
Cold
Quivering
All revealed
I hold you to my heart
Warm you
Kiss you
Love you
We know our words are the same
Our dreams
Our desires
We are one
Your hands on my face
My hands on your chest
Your lips brush my neck
My lips kiss your ear
No beginning, no end...
We are complete.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Exposed | 0 | 05/13/2011 |
| The Light | 0 | 01/04/2011 |
| The Coupling | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Hero | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Goddess Moon | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Chance Encounter | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| The Kiss | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Peace | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Your Eyes | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Rapture | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Enchantment | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
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